Disclaimer: I don't own HP or BTVS, those belong to Joanne Kathrine Rowling and Joss Whedon. (But I would LOVE to borrow Severus. I’ll give him back… eventually… I promise!) Absolutely NO $$ is being made from this. Also, any songs quoted are not mine as well.
A/N: This is a collection of ficlets set in the Sirenes ‘verse. Most of them are intended to explain some of the little things I couldn’t figure out how to work into the main story but needed to be written.
A special thank you to Krisztina. You are an inspiration. Cheers!
Alluring RhythmSummer’s End
“Are you quite sure I can’t change your mind about zis Hermione?” Viktor asked in a slightly hurt tone.
“Oh Viktor, you know it wouldn’t last. We simply don’t have enough in common to get married. I would much rather remain close friends than end up hating each other.” Enjoying Viktor’s warmth in the cool evening air, Hermione gathered him closer and tucked her head beneath his chin.
“I thought we enjoy our time together. I luv everything we have shared.”
“Oh my yes…” Hermione replied in a husky voice. “Um, Viktor? Please understand. No matter how enjoyable, our relational differences cannot be solved in bed. Think back to before Argentina… at the beginning of our trip. If we hadn’t taken all of those tours in Spain that first week, we wouldn’t have had anything to talk about.”
“I do see your point luv, but I vill wait. I think you vill change your mind.”
“Could you imagine never playing Quidditch again?
“No! Of course not! Why?”
“Our future plans simply aren’t compatible. I’m planning on completing my studies at University in two years! That includes most holidays and summers. Then my apprenticeship with Professor McGonagall for another two years! You are going to play for, um who was it again?”
Viktor released Hermione and rolled his eyes at her. “The Heidelberg Harriers! Hermione, why can you not remember that?”
“Do you see my point? Quidditch has never caught my interest enough to even remember the team names. It bores me to tears! I’m sure there are a lot of things about Transfiguration you wouldn’t be able to debate with me, despite my repeated attempts to explain my area of interest to you. And I would never expect you to give up your ambitions to come live with me at Hogwarts.”
Understanding finally dawned in Viktor’s eyes as he realized she was right.
“So, friends? With the option of more if we both agree? We won’t wait for the other, or interfere if the other is attached, but if both are free…?
Viktor smirked, “We could have a repeat of our time in Argentina?”
“Mmmm, yes. After all, we spent most of our summer there. It would be a shame if we wasted all that experience. Oh! I can’t wait to tell Ginny! She’ll be so jealous. She thought I was spending the whole summer in Slovenia.”
Viktor shook his head in amazement. “You would tell another of our intimate moments?”
Hermione dropped her head and blushed. “No of course not! I meant about your surprise! Whisking me off to Argentina to learn all of those wonderful, sultry Latin dances. Not what happened after we learned the Rumba!” Her body heated as she remembered how close she came to losing her virginity in the elevator of their hotel. Hermione looked up and gasped at the answering heat in Viktor’s gaze.
As he looked down into Hermione’s face, Viktor knew he would never completely get over this woman. With all that was happening with Voldemort, it would probably be the last time and decided to make every minute they had left memorable. He pulled her back to him and waltzed her into the darkened corner of the hotel balcony. Then he looked down into her eyes and smiled.
His large hand cupped the side of her face, tracing back to thread carefully through her hair, coming to rest at the back of her head. When he brushed his cheek against the soft skin of hers, Hermione closed her eyes and sighed. Viktor moved a step closer, bringing her body firmly against his, making her aware of his arousal. His lips settled over hers, firm and warm. His kiss was tender, quite unlike the many kisses before. While before he was wild and unrestrained from the beginning, this was slow and gentle, like he was savoring every sip. The undercurrent of his need was there and Hermione answered it with a hunger of her own. She surrendered to his lead, enjoying his unique texture and taste.
Hermione heard the approving whistle of a random passerby and stepped back slowly, meeting his eyes and smiling. Viktor opened the clasp on her cloak, revealing her traveling clothes and arched his brow in question.
She grinned in response and as she opened the door to their room, she said, “I guess I could leave tomorrow?” At his answering grin she turned and ran into the room, shrieking in laughter as he gave chase.